Alive and kicking in a tranquil historic rural village in Norfolk - East Anglia.
Living out retirement in a haze of happy veggie growing, cooking, chicken keeping, and enjoying new arty crafty hobbies

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Here are those allotment photos that wouldn't load

These are the only photos the blogger will let me load - off to try again on a new page.

Those poor broad beans, but they look like they might be rallying. I am debating whether to bother putting more in - I am not keen on them, so I only really grow them for Pat - but I do eat them - I was brought up to eat what was put in front of me!

Another mystery plant that has burst through the ground full of energy and life - it will be pretty that's for sure.

At the front of this bed the asparagus will appear in a while, which I grew from seed. Along from that, so 'above' them in the photo is the newly deep dug section with all the pig muck dug in with the chrysanthemums - six footers and red (if I haven't get those muddled up!) Beyond are all sorts of things that you will see when they grow. The grass paths I created late last year and they are looking really good.

One of the 'mystery' bulbs I planted up the lottie last Autumn. They are short stemmed but with a bud that looks out of proportion. The leaves are a bluey green - maybe alliums? Or just fat narcissi - a surprise awaits. Its this getting old business. I keep forgetting the names of what I plant where in the flower borders. But no way do I forget that in the veggies department. Guess it is not important with flowers as I don't eat them - well except some of the calendula - so as long as they are pretty I remember them when they get bigger!

2 comments:

i love the pictures. i also notice you call Iris flags that is what we call them guess that proves we are english. if you look at my site and think i have gone crazy about Immingration. I haven't just trying to get a debate going with my sisters. we always had debates when daddy was alive and enjoyed them. no one debate me anymore guess they think i am old and they feel sorry for me. patsy